Well, this is my first attempt at a cross over... You may like it... I always thought this particular pairing would be cute... teehee... On with the show... er... story... thing...

Disclaimer: I don't own The Powerpuff Girls! OR the Deftones...

Chapter 1
When Worlds Collide

As the sun set in the beautiful city of Townsville, three teenaged girls flew through the front door of their house, screaming at each other in anger and frustration.

Look, it wasn't my fault! She got in the way! The black haired girl yelled at her sister.

Buttercup, things like this don't just happen! You should have kept a watchful eye out for things that could happen... Things like what happened tonight... The redhead yelled back.

You know we can't all be perfect like you, Blossom. Some of us are human. Buttercup said.

Guys, look, it's in the past... At least Buttercup didn't kill her... Said the blonde girl in a sweet and forgiving voice.

Yeah! Bubbles is right. At least I didn't kill her... In fact I saved her life... Buttercup shot quickly.

Oh, yeah... I forgot... Let me go get you a Medal Of Honor... Buttercup has put someone in the hospital! And you know what Busy? It's not the first Goddamn time! Blossom spoke harshly.

You know what, Blossom? Fuck you... Buttercup said no chalantly. Buttercup stormed up the stairs, and in a flurry, slammed the door loudly.

Busy sat down on her bed and turned on her music. She put in Deftones as she thought about what Blossom had said to her. It really wasn't the first time, and she did feel bad. She looked at herself in the mirror. Wearing a dark army green tank top, tight black pants and combat boots. The toughest warrior they called her... She was a very pretty girl. Always dressing like no one else would because she couldn't stand the thought of being like anyone else. As she looked in the mirror, she saw what she really looked like. A solider. A ruthless and merciless solider that would kill or hurt anything that happened to get in her way of success.

Her pale face was almost naked except for her dark eyeliner and mascara. She didn't need anything else. Her eyes said it all. As the dark melody of Digital Bath played in her stereo, she listened to the words and wished everything would go away. She heard a knock at the door.

no one can see
new life break away
tonight I feel like more...

Come in. She called. Blossom walked in and saw her sister very statuesque on her bed. She sat down next to her green sister.

Ms. Bellum called... Blossom trailed...

Busy asked...

The girl passed about a half hour ago... I'm sorry, Busy... Blossom said in a light tone.

you breathed
then you stopped
I breathed then dried you off
and tonight
I feel like more
tonight...

Buttercup just kept looking at her boots as she took everything in. She finally stood up grabbed her bag which held her CD player and her cigarettes.

Where you going?I need to walk... I need to get out of here... Buttercup said rather distraught. With that said, she left. She walked on and on, not really knowing where she was going. She just knew she had to do something other then stay there and think about the girl. She seemed about 23... 24 maybe... As with Buttercup, she and her sisters were a mere 17 years old. 17 years old and she was already responsible for killing someone. A girl. A young girl that could've had a family a boyfriend or husband, maybe even kids. She could've been in love. Busy sighed at the thought of love. She never knew what love was. She felt like screaming. She always wanted to be in love but men seemed to only want her for looks. She imagined love as something beautiful and sweet. Something that she probably would never know.

She looked in her black bag and turned on her CD player. She put in KoRn and pressed play. The song Falling Away From Me' came on and she continued down the street. She pulled out a cigarette and put it to her mouth when the CD started skipping.

Stupid peice'a shit. She muttered as she hit the player. It stopped completely. She let out a growl. She took out her lighter and flicked. No flame. She flicked again and again. Still no flame.

Fine! Don't Work! She yelled. Nothing seems to work in my life ANYWAY! She felt her temples throbbing and her heart pounding. All she wanted was a cigarette and she couldn't even have that. She threw the broken lighter in the middle of the street where it made a small crater from the force. A small fire was seen in the small hole when it quickly went out. She looked at the hole with angry eyes which seemed to glow brighter then the small black lighter could ever light. She let out a scream louder then bubbles ever seemed to be capable of.

She felt as if lungs would burst at any second, but she wanted to keep screaming until maybe the entire world knew how frustrated she was and then no more bad things would happen to her. A rip started to form in front of her and the city around her started to crumble and melt away.

When she stopped the scream, she opened her eyes to an open field basking in sunlight. She would have acted more surprised if she hadn't heard a whistling in the air and a frantic Watch out!!!

Busy ducked as the whistling got closer and she felt a sudden rush of wind and a crash behind her. She looked back to see a young boy about 18 crumpled on the ground only a few feet from where she was standing. She rushed over to the boy and knelt down beside him.

Are you ok? She asked. He looked up wearily. His ice blue eyes revealed that he was hurting. What the hell happened to you? She asked.

I was training... Ow... When you popped outta no where... and caught me off guard. He grunted in pain. Just then, a boy with short spiky black hair ran up to the both of them wearing a white wife-beater and baggy black pants.

Oh my God! What happened? The boy asked as Busy started helping the fallen boy off the ground.

I don't know. I'm not even sure how I got here. Buttercup answered. The black haired boy helped her pick up the other boy, now half passed out. Buttercup looked more closely at the detail of what the first boy looked like. He was wearing a tight muscle tee with baggy gray pants and black boots. His long, purple hair was held back in a short ponytail.

As they carried the boy through the field towards a small house, She and the black haired boy started conversation.

So what's your name? the black haired boy asked.

Buttercup, but all my friends call me Busy. She answered, implying that he, too, should call her Busy. What's yours?

Oh, I'm Goten. This idiot that we're carrying is Trunks. He said pointing to the boy that was mumbling something about birds and spots running around his head.

So where exactly are we going? Busy asked.

We're going to our house. Goten answered.

Oh... So you guys are... with... each other? She asked, trying to be as polite as possible. Goten raised an eyebrow, looked down at Trunks, and back to Busy then burst into laughter.

Trunks! Trunks!! Did you hear that?! She thinks we're... HAHAHA!!! He roared as he dropped Trunks on the ground. Trunks sat up groggily on the ground and looked up at his hysterical friend, and immediately fell back on the ground. Buttercup picked him back up as Goten calmed down and helped her. Oh man... Sorry... That was great... Anyways. No, we're not... He cleared his throat. We're not lovers. Hehe... We're best friends. Our dads knew each other for some time and then we came along and now we're friends.

So, what were you guys doing before this guy decided to bury his head on the ground? Busy asked. Goten looked at her as if she wouldn't understand, then shook his head. No, tell me. I wanna know. She said, almost pleading.

Naw. A girl like you wouldn't be interested in what we were doing. He finalized.

You ARE gay, aren't you? She asked again, raising her eyebrow.

He yelled. We were sparring. Busy looked at him.

That's it? You were sparring? Why didn't you want to tell me? It's the pants, isn't it? They make me look girlie. I knew it! I'm never letting Bubbles talk me into getting clothes anymore!No, the pants are nice... Really nice... He cleared his throat as he looked at the tight cloth wrapped around her legs. It's just girls don't really seem interested in fighting. They always seem bored out of their minds when we talk about it. I just made myself not talk about it to girls anymore.Well, that's cool... I love fighting. Busy exclaimed.

Sure... They ALL do till they watch you fight then their half asleep. Goten said casually.

Who said I watch? I fight. And I'm good too. Busy said slightly insulted by what he said. I'm not like every other girl. I'm not just another pretty face.Uh-huh. Well, maybe you could prove that to me later. Here we are. Home. Goten let out a deep sigh as they carried Trunks inside the little house, also in the middle of no where.

Buttercup let out a sigh of her own as she and Goten walked through the door of the house.

Well, This is very interesting... She muttered under her breath as she closed the door behind them. She helped Goten put Trunks into a chair in the living room. A woman with blue hair walked into the room and saw the boy. Busy was expecting some sort of reaction such as calling an ambulance or getting excessive amounts of ice from the freezer and burying the unconscious boy in a large pile of it, but she merely walked over to him, checked his pulse, and walked into a different room. Who was that? Busy asked in a whispered tone. Goten looked at the door which the woman walked into, then back at Trunks.

That's Bulma, Trunks' mom. She's used to us beating the crap out of each other. She's probably going to go call my mom to tell her that I won. He smiled. Busy looked at Trunks and then to Goten.

But you didn't win... If anything, I won. I'm the one that made him crash into the boulder. Goten looked at her slyly.

But they don't know that... Busy smiled and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. There was a rustle of footsteps coming down the stairs when a little girl jumped from the last few steps and into the living room with a loud victory call. The girl was somewhere around the age of 12 and had blue hair just like the older woman who had walked in earlier. The little girl looked at Trunks with wide eyes.

Is Trunks dead? She asked shyly. Goten looked at his companion with a sad look on his face.

Only his brain, Bra. Only his brain... The girl walked over to the trio and bent down to Trunks and sniffed a few times. After a few sniffs, She scrunched up her nose and stood back up.

He smells dead... She stated, and ran into the room where Trunks' mom walked into. Through the walls, Busy and Goten could hear the little girl speaking to her mother about how she wanted Trunks' TV set and stereo.

And, that would be his little sister, Bra... She's a cute kid... Sometimes, too cute... Goten told her. He looked at Busy who was staring quietly at Trunks. Hey, is something bugging you? You seem pretty deep in thought. Buttercup shook her head and looked up at Goten. He noticed how sad her green eyes looked. What's wrong?I don't... I don't know how I got here... First I was in the city, and it was night, then, out of nowhere, I wind up in a field in broad daylight. It doesn't make any sense. I mean, weird things have happened to my sisters and me, but this... This is different... Why was I brought here? How was I brought here? And how will I get back? Goten looked at her for a moment and stood up.

Are you sure you didn't hit your head? He asked putting a hand on Busy's head. She slapped it away and looked at him.

I'm serious!So am I! You really think you came from the city and into a field in a snap? You just magically appeared?Well, you were there! You saw it too...All I saw was Trunks ALMOST run into you and hit the boulder instead. I didn't see anything but that. You were probably walking in the field and then hit your head when you ducked out of his way, and now you think that you came from a distant land into this one... What do you expect me to believe? You were involved in a head on collision! You are what they call Buttercup stood up and raised her fist, ready to hit him square in the jaw, when she put it down. She looked down at Trunks and then to Goten.

What I say is true, whether you believe me or not. He's my only witness... Pointing a hand at the unconscious purple haired boy. ... Maybe he can tell us what happened. Until he wakes up, we don't know anything, and I have no where to go. You don't have to believe me, but I do need you to help me. Goten looked at her, and quietly nodded.

You can take my room and I'll take the couch. You can stay here for as long as you have to. Buttercup smiled sadly. She nodded a thank you and walked to the stairway.

Well, then... Show me around... Goten walked over to the stairs and led the way up. She followed up the stairs and the two began their tour, making small jokes along the way, which began the strange and short friendship they developed.


First chapter of my first crossover... Tell me what you think, guys...